Bael waited in his own den/hut/whatever, chewing on some meat while he waited for Demetria to return from her task. The fact he had to allow her to walk around on her own was both a great risk and placing more trust in her then the corrupted bull was used to giving anybody and he was eager to get on with the plan.
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 22, 2008 12:00:35 GMT -5
Although the thought of escape had entered Demetria's mind and been given serious contemplation, she had dismissed it. She'd not be able to return to her comfortable surroundings in Morilanta had she fled. Not to mention her pride would be wounded. Bael was giving her more trust now, which was a great sign. Soon, soon he'd be seeking her advice and then she'd begin the satisfying process of wrapping him around her finger.
She touched down lightly, giving her wings another flap before folding them back and standing. "I've returned," she greeted.
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 22, 2008 23:24:31 GMT -5
"It went fine and I managed to procur the ingredients I wanted," she stated. Actually she'd been surprised at how lush and full of a variety of plants the place had been. While she was not greatly proficient with herb-lore, she knew enough to spot some rather poison plants, which she'd snagged. "I'll be ready in a few minutes, I just want to store these leaves. Then I'll trail behind you from a distance. It wouldn't do to be seen near you."
"I'll go take a walk then. Contact me when you are ready and I will approach Tarja. Do not ruin this or if I survive this you will regret ever running into me." Bael growled out and stood up before stepping outside.
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 22, 2008 23:41:58 GMT -5
Demetria snarled quietly after him, catching herself in surprise. This insane land was going to turn her into a grunting animal like the rest of the filthy mongrels. Huffing, she went to make her preparations, her mind brushing against Bael's lightly when she'd done. ~I'm ready.~
The Beleg champion, tending the fire just outside her home, glanced in Bael's direction, her molten yellow-gold eyes seemed to burn anything they landed on. She flicked her lion's tail and stood.
Tarja wasn't an especially tall woman, but imposing none the less, her muscle-bound limbs hung casually at her sides, her pose relaxed and positively feline. Countless scars riddled her body, their paleness contrasting sharply with her ebony skin. One, long scar came dangerously close to one of her Beast signs on her forearm. She now kept it guarded under a tough leather cuff.
Her wide lip twitched, a ghost of a snarl passing her face. She called out to Bael in a low, melodious voice, "What do you want, Belegite?"
Tarja threw back her head and laughed savage, barking notes, "Idiot, cow! How could you even think of defeating your Champion?!" the mocking tone of her voice dissolved as vicious snarl crept over her dark features. A thin scar that ran from the middle of her forehead to the right corner of her lip flexed oddly, only making her deadly visage all the more fierce. The lioness' golden eyes seemed to bore holes into Bael.
This display alone was usually enough to make even the most rambunctious Belegite stand down. "Begone from my sight, Bull, lest I turn you into a side of beef..." she growled, her words rung with authority.
((Sorry for the late reply, I had lots of homework this week. I'm surprised my tablet survived...))
Bael stared back down at Tarja, steeling himself against her will. "You are no champion and I will break you." He drew himself up to make the most of his impressive build and allowing him to look down at her more easily as he closed his hands into fists, tightening the muscles in his arms. "You are weak and too long you ruled us!"
Tarja snarled, "How DARE you!" she took on an aggressive stance, "I have ruled for this long because I have defended my title from whelps like you with tooth and claw! I stand as your Champion because I am the strongest of the Beleg!" her lion's tail flicked angrily and her taloned nails extended. "I give you a last warning, bull! Begone!"
"I will have you praying for Taed, cow!" Then Tarja let loose a mighty roar, every Beast withing a hundred miles heard her call. A challenge to the mighty Champion had been issued and many came to bear witness.
"Come at me, you stupid ox, let me show you what a real Champion is made of!"
From inside her tent, a cold, gray eye peered at the two. It was Skreava Rainsroar, Tarja's daughter, cooly watching the match...
Bael gives out a deafening bellow before rushing at Tarja, reaching down at the ground to rip out a chunk of the ground and throws it at her in an effort to force her to cover her face before trying to swinging his other fist at her with enough force to snap the bones of normal humans in half.